"You want another one sweetie? Rodge paid for your othersalready, so no need to close out if this one is your last," the bartendersaid with a smile, J...m's mind was racing, did she know what had justhappened, did he clean himself up enough, with his heart racing, hechugged the beer. "Oh that was nice of him, no I'm good I still have toget some shopping done," he said before getting up and leaving the bar.He walked out to the street and looked around before taking a deep breathto compose himself,. First I needed to take a look around town with fresh eyes.Even though spring was on the way, the temperatures were still pretty chilly in the evenings and mornings. It was into mid afternoon when the swamp couple left for their meeting with Jennifer. I considered the slip over parka, but I opted for something with easier access to my small revolver. The revolver was my only weapon. For real walking I preferred a lightweight PVC cane. It was one I had made it myself from some scrap 1/2"water. She added, "He's taken me in the ass more times than that now." You know what I hate the most?" Karen said."What?" He was right. I wasn't ready for a relationship with a man like Albert. I would have lost him after two dates," Karen said."Why do you say that?" Denise asked."Do you remember the night that Mike and Lucille came over?"Denise nodded her head. That had been such a strange evening. She and Karen had sat on the couch watching as Lucille got double-teamed by Mike and Dale. Denise had. ”“You’ll not be eating this fish tonight. I’ll bring you broth in your room. Go at once and get in bed!”Miranda and I were only too happy to comply with the cook’s command.It was over. The adrenalin ebbed from Miranda’s body as we fell onto the bed and fevered shakes replaced it.I killed a man.I didn’t feel grown up enough to kill anyone. Why did I have to come back here? Tears ran from our eyes. Miranda felt the same things I had. It might have been my mind driving it, but I’d used her body..